trippie played with the smoke after taking another suck from his blunt while his palm brushed over the steering wheel of his new bmw m8 series. he was so excited to have his own car now, and the first official ride he wanted to have with kahari, because that kid had a very special role in his life. one of a few people he knew since his childhood, the one whoās still by his side even when sometimes they do have some disagreements, mostly because of trippās lifestyle. a low, faint chuckle bounced past his lips as a reaction to kahariās words, yet he allowed the other guy to finish whatever he had to say.Ā āchill, brothamane, i promise ya,Ā ya aināt gotta stressĀ ābout nothing.ā rogue looked over at kahari and gave him a light elbow bump.Ā āiād never drag you to my business meetings, aināt trynna put ya life on risk. i just need to get these damn documents for my car, thatās it.ā yet, trippie decided to leave the fact on how exactly he got his car untold. nothing major though, one of his filthy rich clients needed some drugs asap no rocky, and since their rich daddy refused to fill up their bank account, they paid trippie with their brand new car. he rolled down the window to throw away his bluntās bug, meanwhile his eyes did a quick scan of surroundings. nothing special, just some people about their random business here and there, some crackheads walking aimlessly as well.Ā āiām sayinā,Ā āhari potter, relax.ā tripp reassured his friend and smiled wide.Ā ālook, once weāre done with this shit foodās on me, aight? we can grab whatever ya like.ā
There was an obvious nervousness he was cloaked in, even in the weakness of his chuckle as Trip comforted him. Yet, his eyes were focus on the bodies that roamed the streets, he didnāt want to make an assumption, but most were frail and lost. Before his mother, there was a definite immaturity to the way he looked at addiction. Perspectives were changed once they were close to his home. The nervousness stemmed from not just the environment they were treading into, but the familiarity that he saw in these strangers. They reminded him too much of Natalie and he still hadnāt told Trip about the developing of their relationship. Even now there was an unread message of a cashapp request on his phone. But he had to swallow that. Not yet. āN-Not Hari Potter...Iām s-stealing that,ā he glanced over at Trip and he broke into that wide mirrored smile, pushing past the anxiety induced churning in his stomach, āI k-know you donāt mean no harm bro. I just canāt shake it man, a-a-always been like this, you know that. Anyways, Iām gonna go head let you know now, Iām running your pockets up playboi. Take me to where them I-I-Instagram models be at, you know. A restaurant I canāt p-p-pronounce. Or Waffle House. I-I gotta think about it. Waffle House a-aināt never did us wrong.ā